Babygirl's Outing in the Woods

This story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters are well over the age of 18, and consenting. If Daddy/little stories offend you, find another story to read.

Becca smoothed the fabric of her skirt, running her fingers along the edge to slide the pleats into place, helping it to lay just so. The hem fell just above her knees, revealing only a thin stripe of skin above her white knee socks with their lace trim. She straightened the collar on her blouse before adjusting the ribbons that held her low, curling pigtails. Comfortable but cute saddle shoes completed the outfit. She smiled at herself a little nervously in the mirror. Daddy was sure to love her outfit, but was it going to be obvious to everyone? For a moment, she considered how ridiculous this was. Playacting as this little girl when in reality she was strong and smart, in charge of important matters: a fully independent woman. Anyone from her "real life" who saw her now would be astonished and probably appalled. She felt the muscles in her shoulders tighten.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Nothing about her clothing was overt, no one was going to know anything at all, she reassured herself. On impulse, she twirled around in front of the mirror. The skirt lifted, revealing lace-embroidered panties covering Becca's ample, curving hips. Then, before she could change her mind, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

Daddy reached over and tugged one of her pigtails as she slid into his car. Becca giggled. "Daddy likes those ribbons, sweetie. You look wonderful" he murmured. Becca blushed, pleased.

"Thank you, Daddy." she whispered, already feeling the tightness building between her legs. She blushed again, embarrassed that just this - a little praise, a touch - could have this effect on her. Daddy reached over and stroked her thigh beneath her skirt, giving her knee a little squeeze. Becca sighed, nearly whimpering at his touch.

Daddy lightened the mood by chatting with her about inconsequential things, asking her about her day, telling her about his. He could tell she was nervous about this outing, and knew how to set her at ease. Eventually they pulled into the drive of the large, rambling park. Becca tensed, to be in so public a place, but Daddy stroked her thigh again. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's been drizzling off and on all day. Barely anyone is here. And I know some very secluded spots. We will be hidden, and I will keep you safe, I promise." She smiled at him. He always kept her safe. Before long he pulled into a spot at the far edge of a nearly empty lot. The few intrepid park-goers were staying close to one of the shelters, trying to barbecue, and didn't even look in their direction as Daddy hefted his bag and led her off down one of the trails.

They walked down the rocky path through the woods, holding hands and enjoying the closeness of nature. The pines, oak and birch trees, surrounded by wild undergrowth, dampened all the sounds save those of the birds and small creatures in the underbrush. Only twice did they cross paths with another intrepid hiker, none of whom gave them more than a cursory nod and smile. No one seemed to pay any attention to her little girl outfit with its pleated skirt and lacy socks. Becca began to relax, enjoying the riot of greens all around her, reveling in how lovely and wild it looked. She was surprised when Daddy stopped suddenly, pulling her to the side.

"You've been daydreaming, pet" he admonished. Becca blushed again. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just enjoying our walk. It's so pretty here." Daddy smiled indulgently, "I'm glad you like it, pet." he said. "We're nearly here." She realized that for some time they'd been off the main trail, and walking on what must have been deer runs. She couldn't hear the highway or any sounds of civilization at all. Trees crowded thickly around them. He led her around a bend in the trail, and to her astonishment was a small structure. The trees were so thick she hadn't seen a hint of it till now. Though small, the wooden building looked sturdy enough, a door centered in the rough pine planks of the walls. It creaked as he led her through.

Becca breathed in the slightly musty scent of the air and heard drops of rain patter on the roof overhead. "Did you build this, Daddy?" she asked, incredulous.

Daddy laughed. "No, pet. I found it. It was in bad shape, and I tidied it up a little. Added some lights and a little comfort" he said, striking a match to light lamps around the room. They gave the little shack a cozy glow, and allowed her to see a low bed on the floor, furnished with a mattress, next to a stool and chair across from a small table. Beyond that, the room was empty. Becca smiled, "It looks so nice, Daddy."

Finished with his lamplighting, Daddy laughed again and came over to stroke her hair. "Thank you sweetie, I'm glad you like it." He put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up for a kiss. Becca leaned into the kiss eagerly, flushing with pleasure, but Daddy broke it off far earlier than she would have liked, and gave her a stern look. "Not too much of that yet, Babygirl." he admonished. "We have some things to take care of first." he said.

Immediately, Becca cast her eyes to the floor. "Yes, Daddy" she said meekly.

He put his hand under her chin again and forced her to meet his gaze, "I think you did not do everything you were supposed to this week, did you, Babygirl?" For a moment, Becca wanted to argue with him, to lie even, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Besides, if she tried, Daddy would just double her punishment. He always knew. She flushed, remembering a time not too long ago she'd tried to hedge, but Daddy's firm hand had gotten the truth out of her, and she hadn't sat comfortably for days.

"No, Daddy," she admitted.

"Tell me," he prompted, letting her chin drop, and going to sit in the chair, his bag next to him at the ready.

Gulping, Becca stood before him, feeling exposed even though all her girlish clothes were still in place. "I, uh, I didn't do as much exercise as I said I would..." she began.

"Be exact, Babygirl" Daddy said sternly.

"I only exercised once." she confessed. "And I stopped and got fast food four times instead of making healthy meals for myself every day. I didn't do all my chores like the laundry and dishes."

"And what did you do instead?" Daddy asked. As if he didn't know.

"I played video games." she said, feeling ashamed. Her head dropped.

"You know, Becca, that a little games are fine. We all need stress relief. How many hours did you play?"

"Three"

"The whole week?"

Becca winced inwardly. She felt Daddy's displeasure radiate from her as she debated. Finally, Becca gulped and replied, "No Daddy. Every... every day. And time on Insta. And TikTok. At least a couple hours."

Daddy's eyebrows raised. "Every day? That's way too much screen time for a little girl. Is there anything else you want to confess to Daddy?"

"No?"

Daddy caught the question in her answer and frowned. His voice grew rougher. "Do not lie to Daddy. You need to tell me. What did you do Rebecca Lynn?"

She gulped. Daddy never used her full name unless she was bad. She felt her heart sink, even as she could feel the blood rushing in between her legs, betraying her arousal. "I.... I masturbated without your permission..... twice."

Daddy's face looked like thunder. "I'm so disappointed in you, Babygirl." he said, his eyes hard. "All you have to do is ask, and you know Daddy will let you!"

Becca couldn't help herself "It was so late, Daddy! I couldn't sleep and I was just so.." her words cut off as Daddy pulled her off her feet and over his lap in one swift motion.

"No excuses, young lady!" he barked, the first blows landing on her round bottom. Even through the skirt and panties the blows were hard. Becca yelped involuntarily. Daddy paused a moment to lift her skirt out of the way, and resumed Becca's spanking, his palm striking down on her frilly underpants, and down to the tender flesh where her bottom and thighs met. Becca yelped again. Daddy paused for a moment, and Becca wondered if she was getting off lightly, but no. He used his fingers to hook into the waistband of her panties and tug them down to her knees, exposing her soft, wide ass, which was already starting to redden.

Becca grabbed the legs of the chair as Daddy began another more measured spanking on her bare bottom. Becca protested that someone hiking by was bound to hear. "Please, Daddy!" she begged, embarrassed. Daddy chuckled. "Then they hear, and know you've been a very naughty girl. But they won't." He started again. Each blow, though slower, was more deliberate and calculated to spread the redness into an even glow across her flesh. Occasionally he would fixate on one area, smacking it hard again and again till Becca cried out in pain. "Ow, Daddy! That hurts!"

He struck harder. "It's supposed to, little girl. Maybe next time you'll be reminded that no matter what the time, you need to ask, or leave Daddy's little pussy alone." Becca sniffled, realizing that tears were already streaming down her face, starting to release all the strain and stress of the week. Daddy paused for another moment and she heard him root around in his bag of toys.

"Stand up," he ordered, "and bend over, hands on the stool"

Becca did as he commanded and bent down, placing her hands on the low stool to hold herself up, bare bottom, already red and sore, stuck out towards him. Daddy caressed her sore cheeks for a moment, and then said "Ten paddles for each missed exercise. That would be 50, I think?" Becca nodded miserably. "You can thank me after each ten" he told her, "and ask for the rest."

Becca nodded again, and jumped when the first hit from the heavy leather paddle landed. She counted quietly and as the tenth stinging blow hit she choked out "thank you Daddy, may I have the rest?" She gasped and winced as Daddy continued her punishment, reddening her tender behind till it was nearly purple. Each ten she thanked him, and asked for more till she reached her 50. Even though her bottom felt like it was on fire, and her legs were shaking, Becca felt something inside loosen, a knot of tension that she'd been holding for far too long. She sighed deeply, willing it to release. Daddy heard it, and knew he wasn't finished, but he slipped his hand between her legs. He was rewarded with dripping wetness, and had to resist the urge to plunge into her right then. Instead, he adjusted himself inside his tailored trousers, and ordered his Babygirl to stand and face him.

Her face was a glorious mess of tears and blotchiness. He gently used his handkerchief to wipe her nose and eyes, and took a moment to gently kiss her lovely mouth. Then, smiling wickedly, he began to undo the buttons of her little girl blouse with the Peter Pan collar. "Daddy wants to see you naked" he said.

Beccas eyes grew wide. "Are Daddies supposed to see their little girls naked?" she asked, knowing what this would provoke.

Daddy sighed as he continued undoing her buttons. "We've been over this, Babygirl. If Daddy wants it, it's your job to just do it. Daddy is in charge. If Daddy wants to see his little girl's body, then it's okay for him to see it. In fact, if Daddy tells his Babygirl to see his body, or touch it, then she should. You know that. Don't argue with Daddy."

Becca stuck out her lower lip, tempted to argue, but her behind was already sore, and she knew Daddy wasn't even half done with her punishment. Daddy cupped her chin in his hand. "Pull that lip in, Babygirl." She did as she was told, and Daddy rewarded her with another kiss, as his hand moved from her chin, down her neck, stroking softly to her small breasts. His thumb brushed her nipple, sending a jolt of energy straight between her legs. She knew she was close to dripping onto the wooden boards of the floor. She heard his intake of breath and she could see the delightful bulge in his trousers. Maybe she could distract him enough to forego the rest of her discipline? She was still deciding if she should reach down to stroke him when he spun her abruptly, saying "None of that, Babygirl. You still aren't finished. Don't think I've forgotten about all that wasted time on screens. I'm going to have to take those away from you if you can't learn."

"No, Daddy! Please!" Becca cried in alarm. She knew that she spent far too much time on pointless games, but the idea of giving up control completely was unthinkable. "I'll be better Daddy, I promise!"

Daddy didn't respond except to steer her to the chair and guide knees onto the seat, her hands holding the posts of the sturdy back. "Stay," he ordered, and Becca did as she was told while Daddy pulled several lengths of soft, strong rope from his bag. With practiced ease, he wound ropes around each wrist in a single tie, then secured it beneath the shaped spindles of the carved chair back. Her ankles and then knees were bound in a similar fashion still she was firmly tied, her back and reddened bottom exposed to the room. She felt his hand caress her back, then move gently to her sore cheeks. He gave them a little pat. "Yes, pet," he said, "tell me what you need now."

Becca sighed inwardly. She hated this. She hated telling Daddy what discipline she needed. But he was right, and she hated that, too. But something inside her wanted - no, needed - what she got from Daddy. So before she could earn a punishment for waiting too long, she said in a rush: "I need to obey Daddy's limits on screens, and get my chores done. I need a reminder to do what I'm told." Her little girl voice trembled and she hung her head, ashamed that she needed this so badly. In a near whisper she said "I need more spanking to make me a good girl." A tear slid down her cheek as her face burned with humiliation.

Daddy gently stroked her sore bottom again as he leaned over her. "I know how hard that was for you. And I love you. So I'm going to give you what you need, Babygirl." And he began to rain hard blows down on her already sore ass, the globes of her cheeks bouncing with each strong slap. Involuntarily, Becca began to cry out in pain. Daddy paused his spanking long enough to pull a gag from his satchel and swiftly fix it over her mouth. "I doubt anyone will hear your sore bottom getting its punishment, but yelling might attract attention." Becca sniffled, hating the gag, but grateful that no one would come running to see her humiliation.

The room grew quiet for a moment, and Becca realized that Daddy had retrieved something else while pulling out her gag. She jumped as she heard the swish of the riding crop. Her eyes grew wide and she made a noise of protest in her throat.

"Shhhh, pet, shhhhh." Daddy soothed. "You need to learn to obey, and you need to remember. Daddy loves you so much, you know that. You know this will help you." He swished the cane through the air again, enjoying her trembling and tension. He could tell the knot inside her hadn't broken yet, and he was determined to give her the gift of her submission. He watched her chest as she breathed heavily a few times, and then, slowly, push her bottom out towards him, inviting her punishment. Daddy smiled. "Such a good girl," he said, stroking her flesh tenderly before reaching back and bringing the slender cane down with a hard crack.

Becca jumped, held back by her ropes, and yelled into the gag. Again and again he brought down the cane, its blows leaving a beautiful weaving of dark red lines across her broad cheeks and the back of her thighs. "Next time you're tempted to break Daddy's rules about screens, this will help you remember." Daddy said sternly between strikes. Becca couldn't even respond. She just gripped the spindles of the chair hard, head down, sobbing freely into her bonds. Tears streamed down her face as the hardness within her finally broke, filling her with peace. She could hardly feel the cane anymore, just a glorious subspace as she gave herself over to Daddy, willing herself to be the good girl he knew she could be. As she wept, she felt Daddy's hands on her, pulling away her gag and kissing her fiercely.

"That's my good girl, my sweet angel," he said between kisses. He wiped her face again and slid his hand up between her legs. Her folds were dripping, and his fingers slid easily into her, his thumb rubbing across the hard nub of her clit. Her breathing changed from the ragged gasps of her emotional release to something else and she moaned. "Yes, Babygirl" Daddy crooned into her ear, "Yes, I want you to cum for Daddy. Cum on his fingers for him. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy." He kissed her again as she started grinding into his hand, desperate for a physical release.

"Please, Daddy, please...." she moaned.

"Ask for what you want, Babygirl," he commanded.

"Please Daddy can I cum for you?" she begged.

"Now, Babygirl, cum for Daddy now" he said sternly and the combination of his discipline, his fingers and his voice pushed her over the edge. Becca let out a primal yell, her whole body shaking with the strength of the orgasm that ripped through her. Her chest heaved, nipples hardening as her breasts flushed red. Daddy pulled his dripping fingers out of her and pushed them into his mouth, stopping to smell the musky, ripe scent of her. She sucked at them greedily, moaning.

With his other hand he undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, finally freeing himself. Obediently, she opened her mouth for him again and he replaced his fingers with his thick cock. He thrust deeply into her mouth until she gagged, then drew out again, enjoying the feel of her tongue as it flicked along the bottom of his cock. She sucked hard on the tip, twirling her tongue around it and then sucked hard to pull him in again. Daddy moaned his pleasure "Yes, Babygirl, suck Daddy's cock like the good little cocksucker you are. You're so good at being Daddy's little slut. Only a little girl who loves sucking cock can be this good at it." He thrust in and out rapidly a few more times before pulling away from her slick mouth.

"I'm going to fuck your little pussy now, Babygirl. Daddy's pussy. It's just for him" he said, moving behind her and pulling apart the red cheeks of her still-glowing ass.

"Yes, Daddy." Becca replied. "Thank you, Daddy. Please fuck your little pussy hard. It's all for Daddy." she said. It was true. In that moment, every piece of her was his and she gasped in ecstasy as he plunged into her wet folds. His body slammed hard against her sore, reddened bottom but it felt amazing to have him bare, up inside her, thrusting into her core. She moaned again as he thrust harder, hitting every over-sensitive nerve between her legs.

Daddy grunted as he pounded into her, her heat and wetness pulling him in. "Such... A... Good.... Little.... Slut... For... Daddy..." he growled with each thrust. With a roar, he pushed in one final time and sprayed his cum inside of her. Thick jets spurted into his Babygirl's cunt, filling her with his seed. Gasping and breathless, he leaned over her, still inside her, and kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl" he whispered. "So good for Daddy."

He took a few more breaths, then pulled himself out, bringing his slippery cock around to her waiting mouth. Like the good girl she was, she eagerly licked the dripping semen and her own musky cum juices from her Daddy's cock. He watched her gobble her own fluids and his, alternately licking him clean and sucking off the smears with her lips. As she worked, he untied her bonds, letting them drop to the floor. Once he was clean, he moved around to release her legs, then gently lifted her from the chair and over to the low bed. Gently, so gently, he curled around her protectively, helping her return from subspace to a place where she was always safe, always cared for, always loved. She sighed deeply, snuggling into him, and drifted into sleep.